LETTERS FROM INDIA. 215

Sunday, August 7.

Was so hot that nobody could go to morning
church, and in the evening we went to the
Fort Church, which was like a kettle of boiling
water; but Mr. ------ simmered out an ex-
cellent sermon while we were stewing.

Monday, August 8.

Council day, and consequently I beat poor
Mr. Shakespear a game of chess.

Dwarkanauth Tagore, a very rich native,
had asked us to go and see his villa. He is a
follower of Earn Mohun Roy; speaks excellent
English ; has built a regular English villa, with
billiard-room, &c., and fitted it up with statues
and pictures, and Copley Fieldings, and Prouts,
and French china, &c. ; and he asked us to
name a day on which to see it. George was
delighted, and named Monday; upon which all
Calcutta got greatly excited, because the Go-
vernor-General was going to dine with a native.
The fact of a native dining with a Governor-
General is much more remarkable, and Dwark-
anauth is one of the very few that would even
sit by while we were eating. However, we
only went to see the place, and went in par-